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callienotes

IT IS NOT SH. I REPEAT. IT IS NOT SH. WHETHER THIS IS BETTER OR WORSE IS UP TO YOU BUT UH. HER WRIST BONE IS EXPOSED,
Her head slowly turned up.
She was barely expressive
apart from the tears flowing
down her face.

...
her iris is void black.
and she's alive and does that
truly matter when to an
adrenalined Noah, it looked like
she's verging death?

She was hyperventilating and
after what felt like forever, she
finally acknowledged him.
But it didn't feel natural.
it looked damn close to doing
so, a horror caused by thriller
movies with sights far too similar
to this and the fact that this is real,
far too real, only made the stench
of blood feel too dense to handle.

She's breathing, she's alive,
she's trembling and sobbing--
Red is his favorite color.
... surely that's barely even a
thought in his mind right now.

It looked nauseating on flesh
like this and oh, god, the
sight was even worse.

Grasping her wrist like her life
depended on it, and even if
the hand won't fall off--

[ + ]
pick a lock when your hands are so shaky you feel like they aren't even your own anymore, but he tries. And tries. And every second feels like a minute.

Come on, come on, come on, this one-- This one is right, no, no, come on--!

CLICK-!

The door is swung open.
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The desperation coursing
through her heart mounts to
nothing. She can't scream.
She can't hit, the body isn't
listening. It's not yielding to her
anymore. The eyes are fixed
on the door and the fingers
serve naught at being a
tourniquet.

The bathroom is locked from
the inside.
Maybe scared.

He stands for a few seconds in the living room. He looks at the bathroom.

...

She hasn't responded.
That is the only place he hasn't checked.
She is either not home, or...

...

He almost runs to the bathroom door. Trying to open it.

'' Dee-?? ''
Not a sound.
The throat won't budge.
The jaw hangs open, but the
throat refuses to give any more
strength to allow her to scream.

There's little that she can do to
signal her presence either, but it
makes the pain worse. Banging
her head against the wall on the
back, for one.
'' ... ''

'' Dee? ''

He didn't yell. He spoke loudly, but didn't yell.
He's not. that stupid. He sees the cotton and paper, stained in various shades of red.

'' Dee, are you home-? ''

Pacing around the house now looking for her. It's a small apartment.
He'll find her eventually.
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callienotes

Well for one: She's not in her room she's in the bathroom. The forest didn't want Moss to interact or percieve her body
But also there's. Blood in the sink. And a lot of paper towels and cotton nearby stained pink / red
callienotes

IM NOT SURE. MAYB ESOMETHING SEPERATE.
THERE'S LIKE. A LOT OF ARRANGED OBJECTS ON THE LIVING ROOM TABLE THOUGH. THEY'RE ALL RED. ARRANGED IN SHADES FROM LIGHT TO DARK
callienotes

theres so much fucking symbolism packed in that if it goes to waste in comprehension im. Not necessarily gonna be upset but i'll frown a little bit. I hope you guys notice atleast a couple things